Page 43 of When Hearts Unravel (The Orchid #6)

Rex kisses me like he needs me to live. Our lips tangle with each other. He sucks on my tongue, groaning like it’s the best thing he’s tasted.

“You’re the only addiction I want. You drive me crazy,” he rasps, his hands tugging up my shirt until my breasts are bared.

“These beautiful tits,” he yanks down the cups of my bra, then swats one side, “redden so beautifully.”

“Rex.” I hiss when he bites my nipple. The pain soon disperses when he lashes the hard tip with his tongue. The pinch and pleasure combination drags a moan from my throat.

“Shhh… Sweetheart, these walls aren’t thick. Be quiet or I won’t continue. Okay?”

The maddening man stops his torture, clearly waiting for my response.

Damn him.

I heave out a shaky exhale. “Okay.”

Satisfaction glints in his eyes, a sly smile on his lips. “My good fucking girl.”

Wetness drips out of my core and my clit throbs at his words. Unlike the time in the supplies closet, I no longer rebel against that sentiment.

Because it’s an endearment from him—naughtiness, goodness all rolled into one. It’s no longer a pat on the back for a job well done because I colored within the lines.

He suckles my other breast, molding the curve with his hands, groaning like he’s in heaven. Then he draws up my skirt, drags down my panties, and tosses them onto the ground.

I shiver, the AC hitting my wet pussy, sharpening the sensations.

“Now, be quiet and keep your hands above your head. Don’t move or you won’t get to come.”

I do as he says, and he stands up, his eyes darkening as he yanks down his zipper, the sound loud in the room.

His cock—long, thick, and hard—is dripping, wetness coating the sexy veins on the side. He fists it and thrusts, a small spurt of wetness shooting from the tip, and he groans his pleasure into his other fist.

Every part of me throbs, my skin incinerating under his heated gaze. He looks like a Greek god, his eyes half-lidded in ecstasy.

I need him. Inside me. Dominating me. Owning me.

Wordlessly, I slide my hand between my legs to play with myself, watching his eyes flare. I don’t know who this vixen writhing on the recliner is, or maybe I do, because she’s been waiting to break free.

Light strokes. Hard flicks. Quick pinches.

I rub my clit to the rhythm of him tugging his cock. Our panting breaths join the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.

“God, you drive me out of my mind,” he says. “I want to dirty you up. I want to love and destroy you. I want to put you on a fucking pedestal and worship you. I can’t control myself around you.”

His words are caresses to my core and the pressure gathers, coalesces where my fingers are circling. Harder. Faster. More.

“Yes baby, you want to come? Do you see this? How hard my cock is? How I’m leaking before I even touch you?”

Moans escape me, and I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. My legs shake, and I’m perched on the precipice, ready to leap.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

Without warning, he yanks my legs apart and grabs my hand so I can’t touch myself.

Rex’s voice is guttural. “Let me tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to spread those legs, yes, just like that, and let me see that beautiful wet pussy.”

He grunts when he swipes his fingers through my essence, then dips inside my hole.

“Shit, please, Rex. Please.” I arch my hips up, needing more pressure, more everything. I’m going to explode.

“It’s so wet. All for me, huh?” Without waiting for my answer, he dives in, his tongue swiping my clit before licking from top to bottom. Then, it’s a flurry of flicks, lashes, sucking like he’s getting himself off by bringing me straight back to the edge.

I cry out his name, and he slaps his hand over my mouth.

“Bad, bad girl.”

Rex lifts his head, his tongue licking at the wetness on his lips, a lethal gleam in his eyes. “Now you have to wait longer to come because you just made a noise.”

“No. Please. Please, Rex.”

“Yes, Olive, only good girls get orgasms. Now tell me, are you a good girl?” He sucks my clit again and thrusts two fingers inside me.

I thrash on the recliner, sparks gathering deep where he’s tunneling in and out of me, my moans trapped inside my mouth because I want to be a good girl for him.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Tell me you like this as much as I love eating you out. Do you like my tongue on you? Kissing your clit, sucking that swollen nub like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted?”

Mindless with pleasure, my eyes open but not really seeing, I bob my head.

“Fuck. You’re cum drunk and you haven’t even come yet. You should see yourself. Go on, fuck my face. Feel your pussy throbbing? Work it over my lips and tongue. Get yourself to the edge again.”

I do as he says, riding his face as he slurps and groans, savoring everything I’m giving him. It’s almost an out-of-body experience, suspended between heaven and hell as the tide rises rapidly inside me, slowly turning off all my senses until only the sense of touch remains.

Yes. I’m almost there. Yes.

Then he stops.

“No!” I pant, my muscles tensing and shaking, burning like I’ve run a marathon.

My eyes snap open and slowly refocus, finding him staring at me with his molten gaze, the same unhinged spark I saw that day at Mystique, except tenfold more potent.

“You don’t get to come until I’m inside you. I own your orgasms now.”

He climbs over me and notches his hard cock at my opening. Then he punches it inside, just the tip. I tremble.

“Are you aching, Olive? Do you need my hard cock filling your little hole? Are you desperate to come?”

My voice doesn’t work, but I claw his back and nod.

“Please,” I beg. “Please.”

He chuckles. Then he slams home.

I clap my hand over my mouth, a shriek ripping out of my throat when he plunges his dick deep inside me like a battering ram.

A match ignites. Firework sparks. My lips part in a silent scream as I arch my back, the inferno gathering strength, ready to detonate.

But it doesn’t come.

It’s endless torture, waiting for the right person to punch in those nuclear codes.

“Oh sweetheart, look at you. My good doctor isn’t so good, huh? She’s a filthy slut underneath that prim and proper exterior. Fuck, do you know how good you look? Your tits red, nipples so fucking hard. Your legs spread and tight cunt leaking. Come, Olive. Come for me.”

I explode, his permission the last push I need.

Pleasure obliterates my senses, my body pulsing uncontrollably. I grab his arm and bite down on his wrist as he roars his satisfaction.

“Fuuuck.”

He pistons harder and deeper while unloading himself inside me. I feel every twitch, every throb, his cum acting like lighter fluid to a blazing fire, my orgasm unabating. I can only clutch him tightly as I shake beneath him, letting him use me, lose himself inside me.

Soon, the sparks rise again and I bite down harder as my body quakes. It’s too much. I can’t breathe.

Then I taste blood.

Rex hisses as a smidge of wetness coats my lips.

“Yes, fuck yes! Another one, Olive.” His cock tunnels inside my pussy, slamming home again and again. The sounds of our bodies colliding are an erotic soundtrack in the room.

“I can’t stop corrupting you, Olive. I can’t stop myself. I’m going to be so fucking selfish and imprint myself on you so you’ll feel my cock even after this trip. So you can think about this at night in your apartment, about me, my cock, about how I make you come so hard, you see stars.”

A dam breaks and I burst, wetness spurting out as my vision darkens. I’m barely aware of my surroundings, my nerves short-circuited, my body twitching, throbbing. I’m a marionette under him.

Then I feel another spurt, another load from his cock as he slams his lips on mine, kissing me, sucking the soul out of me, stealing my breath away.

Knock. Knock.

I don’t register the sound initially, but then I feel it.

Rex freezing.

Knock. Knock.

“Dr. Lin? You in there? I thought I heard noises and wanted to check on you. You okay?”

Rhys.

My eyes widen, catching Rex’s. He huffs out labored breaths, sweat dripping down his forehead, his face flushed and eyes wild.

He snaps into action and leaps off me. Tucking himself in with one hand, he fixes my shirt and my dress, then pulls me up.

I sway on my feet, my legs not quite working, my mind barely online.

“Dr. Lin? Olivia?”

“One second,” I yell, thankful my voice has returned. “On a call.”

Rex steps to the side, away from the door, and I wipe my face and smooth my hair.

Who am I kidding? I’m sure I look like a mess.

I’m sure I look like someone who’s been fucked out of her mind.

Looking around the room, I spot my jacket draped over my chair. I quickly put it on and zip it all the way up my neck, pretending it’s freezing cold.

Legs trembling, I walk toward the door. “Sorry! Coming now.”

Without warning, Rex grabs my wrist and tugs me to him. Dark eyes flash in my vision before he presses a deep, soulful kiss into my mouth, once again rendering my thoughts haywire.

Then he pushes me toward the door.

Blowing out a breath, I twist the doorknob and yank it open. “S-Sorry. I was on a call with a patient. A migraine slammed into me out of nowhere. I actually feel really sick right now.”

Rhys frowns, his eyes darting from my face to the dark room, then back again.

He’s suspicious. He steps across the threshold and I quickly grab his arm.

“C-Can you help me? I’m dizzy.”

Concern flashes across his features. He nods and curls his hand over my shoulder, tucking me to his side. “Of course. Let’s get you to a patient room. I hate migraines…”

I follow him, my pulse racing, a freshly carved hole throbbing inside my chest.

Because Rex Anderson didn’t only have my heart in his grip, he also yanked it out and made off with it.

And I can’t bring myself to regret it.

Later that night, I take a deep breath and close my eyes before pressing send on the email I drafted during the storm.

The end is near, but until then, I’ll enjoy every moment with him.